Conley (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #8) - Frankie Love Page 0,13
fucking hot, baby,” I growl, pulling her to stand, and lifting her dress up, off, over her head. I need to fuck Calico, here and now.
Everything else can wait.
Naked before me, she is a fucking goddess.
But before I can fuck her like the queen she is, someone is knocking on my door. “Conley,” he shouts. “We have a situation.”
Chapter 8
Calico
“Gimme one second, Jaxon,” Conley calls back through the closed door.
“Everyone is here,” the man says. “Make it quick.”
Conley runs his hands over my shoulders. “Listen. I know you said I’m not your type, and hell, maybe you know what you want. But Calico, I want you. Trouble is, you’re hiding something.”
“Conley… I want you too…. but whatever you are thinking, it’s not true. I wasn’t playing a game with you. I wasn’t setting you up. I was running away.”
“From who?”
“My ex. He’s a bad man. And he just came into some power. I thought… well, I was scared he would try and take River. So I stole from him… the guns… and was planning on running away, selling them so we could start over.”
“That the real story?” he asks solemnly, handing me a towel. I nod, wiping my chest clean as he buckles his belt. I pull the straps of my dress onto my shoulders and take a better look around the room we are in. It’s got a large safe, a gun safe too. Suddenly a chill runs through me. Just who is Troy Conley?
“Is this your office?” I ask, frowning as he opens the door. It doesn’t look like a real estate office. It’s in a bar.
My stomach falls.
“You’re not just a member of this club, are you?”
“You asking a question?” Conley asks, waiting for me to exit with him.
I swallow, keeping my mouth shut.
Looking around the bar, I see a dozen men in leather jackets, bandanas, tattoos, sitting and drinking beer. My whole body freezes as I take in the scene. One I’ve seen plenty of times before.
“We need answers!” a man hollers.
“I saw what they did in California. They fucked that shit up,” another man shouts.
“We need to fight back,” another one says, pounding his fist on the table. “What are we gonna do, Troy?”
“Everyone,” Conley shouts. “I gather you know what the Outlaws did last night and I know we need to take action.”
I swallow, realizing everyone is looking at Conley for answers. He isn’t just a member of this club. He is the president.
I feel sick. I see an exit sign and head that way, wanting a bathroom. Once inside the ladies’ room, I splash cold water on my face. One moment I’m sucking Conley’s cock, the next minute I realize I happened to fall for the worst possible choice.
I don’t even realize I’m crying until another woman joins me in the bathroom, patting my back and handing me a tissue. “You okay?” she asks.
“No, I’m not,” I admit, my shoulders rising and falling as fast as my heart beats as I try to catch my breath.
“I’m Ruby,” she says. “I’ve never seen you before. You with one of the guys?”
I shake my head. “No, my car is getting fixed and I wound up here.”
Ruby smiles. “You got lucky. The guys of Heartlands are honest. They won’t price gouge you for parts.”
“Oh yeah? Doesn’t sound like any MC I’ve ever heard of.”
Ruby twists her lips. “Yeah, well this place is different. These men are different.”
“You think so?” I roll my eyes. “Not possible. All men are the same.”
Ruby gives me the most sincere smile in the world. “Oh, honey, that’s not true at all. My man, Ranger — he’s the road captain — well, he saved me from getting sold off to the highest bidder. He may have a lot of tattoos and knows how to throw down if needed, but he also knows what matters most.”
“Yeah, and what’s that?” I ask, wiping the tears away.
Ruby smiles, rubbing her belly. I see a faint baby bump. “Me and our twins.”
“Congratulations,” I say. “And you trust Ranger? That he won’t just desert you when things get tough?”
Ruby squeezes my hand. “I trust him, but more than that, I trust myself. And I know Ranger is the man for me. So yes, he may be in a motorcycle club, but these guys have been going clean for a year now. The president, Troy Conley, he’s the most honorable man I’ve ever met. And my father was a preacher.”
“You respect Conley?” I ask.
Ruby nods. “He’s an anomaly.